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Matty's Misfits
Segment 2
Echo
Their footsteps were getting closer.Segment 2
Echo
Much closer.
Echo couldn't stop now, if she slowed down, they'd easily beat the crap out of her.
She already had enough bruises.
As the icy rain pummelled down, she darted down a dark alleyway.
Damn it! Why didn't she run to the local pizzeria?
Where there were lights, and people, and noise...
Instead, her foggy mind had to choose a creepy, isolated alleyway.
What a smart decision.
As she sprinted through the gloomy alleyway, tripping over shattered beer bottles and debris, she realised she was coming to a dead end.
Before she had time to think of an escape plan, she was tackled to the slippery ground, shards of glass slicing through her arms.
Echo moaned in pain, cruel laughter filling the frosty air.
"What do you want from me?!" Echo growled, painfully pulling chips of glass out of her bleeding, trembling arms.
Two foul-looking, overweight men, around the age of fourty guffawed obnoxiously.
"Get up." The first man demanded, his hair of salt and pepper, his gravy stained shirt too tight to hold his enlarged stomach.
Revealing his yellow, broken teeth, the other grisly man grinned.
There was nothing nice in it.
Echo, shaking with fury more than terror, tried to pull herself up.
Only resulting in a kick in the ribs, knocking her back down on the prickles of glass.
Malicious laughter erupted from the two pigs, yet again.
The first guy grabbed Echo by the collar of her bloody leather jacket, hurling her upwards.
"You owe us big time." He snarled venomously in her ear, throwing her back towards the concrete, the glass she had just plucked out of her skin burying themselves underneath her arm again.
Pushing herself off the ground while clutching her ribs, she winced at the two guys.
They were both messily dressed, their stomachs extending from their shirts.
Their faces were both unshaven and scruffy.
And, disgustingly, they both produced the aroma of grease and sausages.
"Oh my god, Simon..." Echo mockingly gasped, widening her eyes.
"What?" Simon, the one with the salt and pepper hair, snarled. His eyes gleaming with malice.
"Congratulations! I never knew you were pregnant, why didn't you tell me?"
"You shut up, you little ♥♥♥."
"Make me."
Simon threw a weak punch, while the other dude lamely chuckled at Echo's insult.
The punch rocked Echo, but wasn't strong enough to throw her on the concrete.
"You owe us. You know you owe us!" The other guy bellowed, spitting poison with each word.
Unable to speak properly, her red cheek swelled up. "I had other things. And don't you effing touch me ever again!" She shouted icily.
"Other things?!" Derek barked at her.
"You're going to have to pay us back in a different way..." Simon laughed menacingly.
They closed in on Echo, cracking their large, hairy knuckles.
"Don't you dare." Echo backed away, reaching her hand inside her bloody, tattered leather jacket.
"WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT, NOW SHUT UP!" Before launching themselves at Echo, she pulled out a weapon.
Unable to see properly due to the blackness, they quickly made out that it was a gun.
Echo held the gun up, slightly trembling. Derek and Simon's beady eyes widened, alarmed.
"I guess you leave me no choice then."
And she pulled the trigger.
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QOTS -
What do you think Echo owed them?
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